#the sick life
To the tune of Camptown Races:
I forgot to take my meds
Do Da, Do Da
Cuz I woke up at 6am
Oh da do Da Day
Probably gunna die,
Don’t know how I’m alive.
Put all my money in that medicine bag
Hope my liver’s ok.
I’ve been playing it close to my chest cuz it took me a year to figure out a diagnosis. While I was in college, I discovered I have chronic hypereosinophilia, which means I preduce like 10X the normal amount of a white blood cell called an eosinophil. Its normal job is to go after allergens, funguses, and parasites. In me, they are in overdrive and attack everything, including my own cells. Originally they went after my lungs. Last year, they decided to go after my skin. My arms were covered in sores and are now covered in scars. I managed to get it under control with UVB light therapy and a lot of steroids.
I felt like this called for an update to my “pretty sick” banner design from ages ago. The oroboros is usually a sign of rebirth in that it consumes it own tail. Here, it is simply biting it off. It is self destruction for self destructions sake. The spots on the snake are how eosinophils appear under a microscope
More clear than ever
I’ve never been a person,
only rotting meat
New nebulizer. He a cutie
What should I name him?
Rise and Meet the [Spray]
Breakfast is the Most [Inevitable] Meal of the Day
Love the [Prison] You’re In
Repetition is the Key to [Survival]
